"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Saturday, May 5, 2012

A Night Without Answers...

A night without answers...

Things happen and afterwards you are never the same

There is pain

Sorrow

Intense unknowing

Disquieted angst… theodicy?

Where is God?

Is he dead, sleeping, unaware?

If not these things, then …why?

The word (why) with few answers and none adequate for love’s pain

All theology and all philosophy fails

Is proofed worthless in the face of unrequited despair & disillusion

In a blink life is upended and flipped ~ dislocated detached vertigo of the soul...

Sheer undiluted slog of ache

Resurrection …

Is that it?

Tears still stream down faces

Why, why, why…

Are you weeping Jesus?

As with Lazarus?

When will death be killed?

Sorrow quitted and forgotten?

All ache dissipated?

Resurrection?

**paintings by Frida Kahlo
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